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Mar 2014
Why is it the hurt ones that are so kind?
Its like we try
to make up for our own
unhappiness
By making others happy.

We still feel empty inside.

But even the smallest thing
can sometimes make us feel
the suns rays
On our skin.
I arranged this out of something I said to a friend once
Isabelle Hampshire
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Isabelle Hampshire  Rome
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